The following is dream that I have visited several times.
I am calling it the Hall of Lost Souls. The are the parts of people who
separate from themselves due trauma they are what a Shaman would call a Soul
lost. They are normally parts that leave due to some type of Trauma. I am no shaman,
but I have had Soul retrieval and experienced a soul lost even after the fact,
at which point a piece of myself leaves and floats off. I not sure what happens
exactly, but the following is what I have experienced.
I was in house again, the one with long hallways
that twist and turn. It also has many rooms, more rooms then I can count. In
one room I found myself in a room with children 5 or 6. There was even an empty
bed. I questioned why it looked as if someone should be in it and was told by
the children that it was for another spirit. My thought on it is when a child’s
soul splits from their body.
There was a flower and few items on the side table.
The bed belonged to boy’s spirit. I can’t remember if the boy or spirit were
there at the time. I think the boy was, but not absolutely, sure. Then I found
myself wondering the halls. It was dark, but I could see. I turned a corner and
there was Caretaker, she said I hear you have be calling out looking for me.
She was sitting in front of a fireplace. There was a fire burning. I seemed to
be wearing some type of dark coat that went to my knees. I sat down next to her
on the floor. The Women Caretaker seems to some type of keeper for the children
and spirits.
I remember asking why these things are happening to
me, then as she spoke, I woke up to find myself back were I was sleeping. I
know that I have been in this house before and even on the roof. It a strange
house with many hallways, rooms and staircases that lead to other places in the
house. It always dark there with barely any light but I always find my way around.
It was not until I looked into Soul retrieval and
shamanic journey work that I realized what this place was. I found myself there
several times over the years. I don’t know why I go there or why I have no memory
of why I go there, except that I know that I been there before, enough to
describe it. Since I don’t know of a shaman to have a personally conversation with,
I left with these encounters, which I am sharing today in hope that it helps
someone or anyone who may have questions.
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